Woke up this morning in a bed of fire
People and buildings in my head,
burning there tonight.
Tonight as I lay sleeping.
I try to hold your hand.
One eye open and dreaming. That this city
Is on fire.
Tell me sweet things in the middle of the night
It's the middle of the night.
Open my window and the room is filled.
Filled with burning light.
Tonight as I lay sleeping I try to hold your hand.
One eye open and dreaming. That this city
Is on fire.